pjbooks Chapter 249 The Whole Territory Has Fallen
Chapter 249 The Whole Territory Has Fallen
"Wait a moment."
Lin Fan stopped Night Owl, who wanted to go forward to check the situation, and stared at the silly girl lying on the ground.
As if in agreement with his words, it happened the moment he finished speaking.
The girl on the ground finally reacted.
Then I saw her fingers twitch slightly.
Then she slowly moved her arms, supported herself on the ground with her hands, and slowly got up.
And as she moved, a picture was revealed beneath the tattered clothes on his back.
It was a blue divine bird totem with outstretched wings.
And around her back.
Each feather of the totem was lifelike, radiating a cold, piercing blue light. With her weak breaths, the totem seemed to come alive, shimmering with a faint glow.
Under their gazes, Daidai slowly raised her head.
His eyes, which were originally clear in black and white, had now turned into a deep blue, with a storm brewing in the center of his pupils.
When the storm subsided, her eyes were filled with confusion again.
But the next moment, she raised her right hand, and a small tornado, mixed with tiny ice blades and faint sparks of electricity, suddenly and rapidly formed in her palm.
The spinning ice blades easily sliced through the surrounding air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
From a distance, it gives one the visual illusion of a dumpling ninja technique from a certain anime.
"I...succeeded."
Daida Mei stared at her hand in disbelief, her astonished expression gradually changing, and her blood-soaked mouth slowly grinned.
She smiled, a very happy smile.
"It's alright, not embarrassing at all."
Seeing this, Lin Fan casually grabbed a white coat from the side, walked over, and draped it over her shoulders. "Go wash up before you start grinning like an idiot!"
Upon hearing this, Daida was taken aback, and then realized that her clothes were already in a terrible state.
Even the spring sunshine...
She immediately covered her exposed areas with her coat, a blush flashing across her face, but her eyes were filled with relief at surviving the ordeal and undisguised elation.
Lin Fan didn't think too much about it, but turned to look at Night Owl.
"Notify Lao Liu and the others to prepare the top-of-the-line blood purification equipment and culture dishes."
"I've found a way to extract energy without dying. Next, I plan to give it a try..."
……
Meanwhile, in Texas.
Lane Town.
The sky was overcast, and a torrential downpour began.
Inside a large chain supermarket in town, two groups of people are locked in a standoff with guns at each other.
On the left are several local gang members, holding Remington shotguns.
On the right are dozens of ordinary townspeople holding baseball bats and shotguns.
The shelves were completely looted of canned goods, drinking water, and medicine.
At this point, the entire United States was in chaos.
The TV completely lost internet access, and the cell phone lost signal.
The only radio that could be connected occasionally emitted only harsh static.
Two small-town policemen, holding pistols and sweating profusely, stood in the middle.
"Listen up! Put your guns down! We'll register all the supplies and distribute them equally!" the fat policeman roared.
The gang leader spat and pointed his gun at the police:
"Get the hell out of here, you fatso. Who the hell listens to the government these days? Washington's fallen! And that bastard Strong's nowhere to be found! All these supplies are ours!"
"You can't do this! We have children to raise at home!" an older woman yelled.
However, just when the two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows and could open fire at any moment.
One of the gang leaders' henchmen suddenly bent over and began coughing violently.
He coughed very hard, as if he were coughing up his lungs.
"Hey John, what's wrong?"
The leader turned to look at him impatiently.
The younger man didn't answer; instead, he suddenly straightened up.
At the same time, a strange sound of bones dislocating came from the henchman's mouth. The next moment, his jaw made a crisp sound and fell directly onto his chest.
A normal person's mouth is now torn open to an extremely exaggerated width.
At the same time, a large clump of black, sticky sludge gushed out of his throat, like a large net, and smeared directly onto the leader's face.
"ah--"
The leader let out a terrified scream, while instinctively picking at the black mud on his face with both hands.
However, all of this was in vain, as the black mud continued to seep into his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
His stomach instantly swelled up into a large bulge.
The two police officers who were still maintaining order were completely stunned.
Before they could react, something even more terrible happened.
Then, without warning, the bodies of several townspeople who had been sitting in the corner of the supermarket split open from the middle.
Seven or eight black tentacles covered in barbs shot out, grabbing people who hadn't even reacted yet and slamming them hard against the iron shelves.
In the panic, anyone who had a weapon pulled the trigger as long as nothing unusual was happening.
In an instant, there were gunshots, screams, and the sound of bones being crushed.
The entire supermarket turned into hell at that moment.
Everything happened too suddenly and too fast.
Of course, it ended very quickly, in less than five minutes.
The supermarket became quiet again.
Looking around, the ground was covered with broken entrails and blood.
The two groups of people who were just fighting desperately over a few cans of food are now slowly crawling up from the pool of blood.
They glanced at each other.
The eyes that were once filled with fear, anger, and greed have now turned into a deathly, pure black.
They turned around, moved in unison, and walked out of the supermarket in a line, heading towards other areas of the street where there were other people.
……
Meanwhile, inside the underground strategic nuclear weapons command center located in Nevada.
It is heavily guarded.
The heavy explosion-proof isolation door was locked.
The commander sat in front of the control panel.
He was holding an official document with an official letterhead in his hand.
"General, are we really going to do this?"
The adjutant swallowed hard, pointing to the red lock coordinates on the screen.
"That's Los Angeles. There are still millions of civilians inside who haven't been evacuated!"
"This is the highest order."
The commander remained expressionless.
"Los Angeles is severely contaminated. That stuff will spread statewide through the sewers. We must cut off the source of infection. Enter the password immediately!"
The adjutant's hands remained on the keyboard, not pressing any keys. He stared intently at the commander.
"General."
Fifteen minutes ago, the Pentagon sent an order requiring us to hold the base at all costs and not to use nuclear weapons under any circumstances.
Ten minutes earlier, the Strategic Defense Agency had ordered us to destroy Chicago immediately.
The adjutant drew his pistol, cocked it, and pointed it at the commander's head.
"Your orders are all different. Who among you is the superior?"
The commander stood up.
He picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.
"Execute the command."
"I cannot determine whether your command is correct!"
The adjutant roared, staring intently at his former superior, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
"The authorities have already announced that those monsters can infect everything through all means, and that infected living people are indistinguishable from normal people. I really can't judge!"
The commander stared at the dark muzzle of the gun without saying a word.
His neck suddenly emitted a sickening cracking sound.
His head rotated 180 degrees directly on his neck.
"You talk too much nonsense."
Several thick black tentacles suddenly pierced through his uniform from behind and headed straight for his adjutant.
Bang bang bang!
This sudden turn of events startled the adjutant for a moment before he instinctively pulled the trigger.
In an instant, the bullet shattered half of the commander's head.
Before he could even catch his breath, the mangled body pounced on him.
At the same time, a piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire underground base.
Machine guns spat fire down the corridor.
The soldiers fired wildly in the enclosed underground space.
At this moment, no one can tell whether the person next to them is a comrade or a monster.
One second your buddy is back-to-back exchanging magazines with you, the next second he might sprout tentacles from his chest and tear you to shreds.
But this scene doesn't end there.
Outside of Atlanta.
highway.
Traffic leaving the city was completely blocked, stretching for dozens of kilometers.
Horns blared incessantly. An agitated driver cursed loudly in the rain.
Inside a pickup truck, a man gripped the steering wheel tightly, trembling all over.
A hoarse, intermittent voice came from the car radio.
"This is... the interim coalition government broadcast."
Attention all citizens... Do not drink untreated water... Do not trust anyone... They can become your wife... Your child... Shoot... Shoot them...
stab.
A burst of jarring radio interference.
Channel switching.
A deep, calm, and extremely familiar voice cut in.
He is the current president.
"Fellow citizens, please remain calm."
The crisis has been brought under control.
Please return home. The National Guard will be distributing supplies in various neighborhoods. Please trust the government's ability to control the situation…
At the same time, on different channels, completely opposite instructions.
The wife, sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head and looked at the man.
"Honey, did you hear that? The president said everything's alright. Let's go home," his wife said with a smile.
The man looked into his wife's eyes.
Deep within those once clear, azure eyes, a pure blackness had begun to stir.
The man didn't say a word.
His right hand slowly reached for the revolver in the car door's storage compartment.
……
It can be said that in just one day, the entire United States of America was plunged into a state of collapse.
There is no clear identification method.
The monster is right next to you.
It could be your family and friends, or it could be the water you drink every day, or even the food you eat.
Even now, they dare not obey government notices and orders.
Because no one knows whether the person issuing the order is a living person or a parasitic pseudo-human.